Wednesday, November 30, 2005

Actual conversation I just had

me: My boyfriend already has one.

co-worker: Isn't he really your fiance now?

me: Yes, but I think fiance is the most pretentious word in the English language, I hate using it.

co-worker: cuz it is French?

Monday, November 28, 2005

A Wolf in Sheep's Clothing

I don't like Peyton Manning. It's nothing personal, he never cut me off in traffic or anything, it's just that I am tired of people talking about him. He is a good quarterback, I will not argue that point. However, I will argue when people say that he is better than my boy Tom Brady. Now, the Pats are struggling this year, and Peyton was able to finally defeat them a few weeks ago, but it does not even come close to the plethora of Super Bowl rings that Tom can sport whenever he chooses. Commentators and fans alike love to gush about Peyton Manning like they have never heard of, or seen, Tom Brady before. Peyton, I know Tom Brady, and you are no Tom Brady.

Now, like many things, the mention of Peyton Manning's name tends to throw me into a tizzy. I tend to start bitching when he is discussed, hard to imagine, I know. I have always thought that there must be more to my distaste for him other than some people's idiocy. Then, a week and a half ago, while watching the new Harry Potter movie, Dave figured it out: Peyton Manning is actually Draco Malfoy.

No wonder I hate the guy so much, his father is a Death Eater.

At least now I have a real reason not to like the guy.

Sunday, November 27, 2005

It´s time for the good times

At the conclusion of this holiday weekend, I would like to take some time and give thanks for the array of wonderful things I have encountered in the past few days. First, the things I did not have to do this weekend. I am thankful that I did not have to travel, no airplanes or highways for me. I am also thankful that I managed to stay away from any malls in the last couple days. Amen to that.

So, as for the things that I did get to enjoy, I will start with consecutive back to back episodes of Law and Order tonight. Thank you TNT. I would also like to thank the executives at the Spike Network for making this weekend a Bondathon. Additionally, I am thankful for English muffin sandwiches, m&m's, homemade queso dip, and Cracker Barrel Extra Sharp cheddar cheese. Mmmmm. I am also thankful for our ridiculously beautiful Christmas Tree and the man who helped me pick it out. And lastly, with no work to do, or classes to study for, I am thankful for what I call the Art of Doing Jack Shit. Lots of reading, lots of eating, and plenty of movie watching. What more could a woman ask for?

Saturday, November 26, 2005

And it was all "Yellow"


The Photo Friday category this week is Yellow. I've had Coldplay stuck in my head ever since I read what it was. A few weeks ago when the category was Delicate, I had Damien Rice stuck in my head. Thankfully I like both of these songs very much, but I do tend to associate too many things to song lyrics. I am going to be in trouble when they make the photo Friday challenge "Macarena."

Just for my sister Jenn I am putting up another photo from Europe. Quit your bitchin' you get what you get.

This ceiling is located in one of the hallways in the Vatican Museum. Think of it the next time they take up a collection at church.

Friday, November 25, 2005

Sammy Davis Jr. Only Had One Eye

Thanksgiving, the day where we all gather together with the ones we love and celebrate massive genocide over a plump exquisitely cooked turkey. Do we all feel sufficiently guilty now? Great, great.

So as many of you know, Thanksgiving is not my favorite holiday, and not for the above mentioned reasons. I don't eat turkey, or stuffing, or green beans, or sweet potatoes, or any other food that is associated with genocide (again not because of the genocide part, that is completely unrelated, but might be a good reason for me to use from now on). Anyway, I don't feel like getting into the lengthy diatribe that results from the discussion of the foods that I do enjoy, so let's just say that if we all got together and ate cheeseburgers and pizza for Thanksgiving I would be a very happy woman. However, I do enjoy the getting together with people we care about and watching them drink a little too much wine part. That is always fun. I also did spend a good part of the day playing guns with Dave's nephew, and I must say that I do look pretty damn good with two holsters attached to my belt. Be afraid of a woman with guns and heals, be very afraid.

The best part about Thanksgiving is that it ushers in the beginning of my favorite holiday, Christmas. Why is Christmas your favorite holiday you ask? Well, because people give me things. I like when people give me things. Now if I could get people to give me things on Thanksgiving the whole day would be more enjoyable. Perhaps next year I will start that tradition. I will make a list if things that I want for Thanksgiving, and then the fourth Thursday in November will be so much more fun. And for all of you who are wondering what to get me for Thanksgiving next year, I just have one word for you: Pizza. Bring me pizza.

Tuesday, November 22, 2005

Happy Birthday NTS!!!


As my most faithful reader I feel like I owe you some thanks. You are with me through the good posts and the bad. Day after day you are here to read the words that I share with the world and I am so very grateful for that.

Perhaps you keep coming back because you enjoy a good joke every now and again. Clearly you are into comedy, you have married my sister and put up with the mayhem that ensues with our crazy family. I also don't think I tell you enough how great I think you are. My sister could not be luckier. She has met her match in intellect, beauty, charm and humor. Did I mention how great I think you are?

So, Neil, on this day, the anniversary of you birth, I would like to say thank you. Thank you for being the man that you are. And thank you for giving us all the memories for which you will always be remembered.

For example,

Is this the Neil that we think of with pride and joy, handsome and bright eyed on his wedding day?

Or is the spring break Cancun Neil the one we think of?

Or is it the Milwaukee's Best drinking, pleated jean wearing, Cowboy Neil that we love so much?

Clearly we know Neil loves his beer and his beer pong, we like that Neil too.


So thank you Neil. Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are a man among men, a pillar of light and honor, and an inspiration to all those who know you. Can I mention again how great I think you are?

I hope that you enjoy your day to the fullest, and that you forget where I live. As the honorable woman that I am, I will be protecting the identity of my co-conspirators. But, I have their addresses in case you need them.

Happy Birthday NTS!!!!!

Monday, November 21, 2005

one of these days you're gonna push too hard

You know what puts a normally very happy woman into a very bad mood? The kind of mood where I want to beat the crap out of the stupid motherfuckers who couldn't find their asses with a telescope?

Trading Hanley Ramirez. The possible trade is what ruins my otherwise delightful day. Can you explain to me why trading one of the best prospects we have had in years, for Mike Lowell and Josh Beckett is a good idea? Hmmm, lets get rid of our batting champion at third base and a potential golden glove infielder, for an over rated third baseman who hit .236 last year, and made 7.5 million. .236!!! Becket has potential, but that is just it, he has potential. At 2.4 million a year I want more than potential.

Oy. I miss Theo.

Friday, November 18, 2005



When I first saw the category this week for Photo Friday, I couldn't help but laugh to myself. Since then it has been an ongoing struggle for me not to put a photo up here of some the faces that I know. A real struggle. The humor that would arise from someone clicking on my site, reading the title imperfection, and then seeing there mug would be infinite. I am still laughing just thinking about it. But then the rationale side of my brain thought that maybe not everyone realizes the genius of my humor, and might take it personally. Not that my friends and family are sensitive, or lack confidence in themselves, it is more that I fear retribution. And then I thought about putting up a picture of me, but the title is imperfection, not perfection, so you are not that lucky this week.

Anyway, we were walking around Rome and we saw all these buildings that were crumbling down. It was really weird cause most of Rome was really pretty and the architecture was amazing. But then we stumbled upon this area where everything was a mess. A dirty, crumbly mess. God, you think they would try and fix that or something. Or at least tear it down because it looks pretty old. That might be better, then they could build a McDonald's or something.

Don't let it get away

On my lunch break today, at my new favorite lunch spot, I had a grilled cheese sandwich with tomato soup, a side of french fries, and a root beer. As if that we not reason enough to celebrate, I proceeded to go to my favorite new book store, find a hard cover copy of John Irving's new book, unread, for only $12.50.

Does anyone realize the magnitude of how great this is?

I am a lucky, lucky woman.

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Y'all gone make me lose my mind

The temperature changed drastically here today, so when I was leaving for work I was trying to gather my scarf, gloves, and hat so I would not lose any extremities on the way to the metro. Halfway down the block I realized that I forgot my phone. I turned around, headed back in the door, searched frantically, but could not find it anywhere. Was in lost in the shuffle while I was searching for my cold weather gear? I looked everywhere, but could not find it. Fuck. I decide to pick up Dave's cell phone to call mine and see where it is. I strategically placed myself in the middle of our apartment so that if it was on vibrate I could hear it. After one ring I know exactly where it is. Next to my bed being charged? Nope. On the dining room table? No. The desk, the couch, the kitchen, the bathtub? Nay, nada, non, and not even close. The damn thing was in my bloody pocket. I'm an asshole.

So...I haul myself to the train station when I realize that because of my fun phone exercise I am running a little bit late. The metro has electronic charts so you can see how long until the next train arrives. Mine will be there in 6 minutes. Cool. I don't wear a watch so I reach for my cell phone to see what time it is. I want to determine if I am going to make it on time, or of I am going to be sliding through the door quietly. As I glance down at my phone I see that I have a missed call. That's weird, I don't remember my phone ringing. I check to see who it is, and it was Dave, only a few minutes ago. That is strange when I left the house a little while ago, he was still sleeping, why did, um, yeah.

I am going to chalk this up to the two and a half hour final exam I took yesterday. As for you,let's keep this little story between us, K?

Monday, November 14, 2005

I sleep in the daytime, I work in the nighttime

The best time to view the monuments in DC is at night. When my brother was in town a few months back, we strolled around and I took some shots. Despite how steady I think my hand is most of them did not come out. No surprise there.


However, I kept thinking about some of the photos I took. Call me crazy, but some of them were haunting me. I needed to go back. So, I did. This time I took my new fancy tripod and things turned out much better. I focused on the World War Two memorial on this particular trip.

For the most part I am pretty happy. There still are some things I would fix and I will go back and fix them. Now that baseball season is over I have a lot more time on my hands. The rest are over on flickr if you want to look.

Sunday, November 13, 2005

It was only fifteen grand

Baltimore Symphony Orchestra. Ben Folds. Me. Dave. Seventh row. Dead center. It was as awesome as it sounds. It started off a little bumpy, like he was getting lost in some of the arrangements, but by the fourth or fifth song all was good. He only played a few songs off the new album and one of them was the song he wrote about me and my car. I thought it was the least he could do since we drove all the way to Baltimore to see him. The show did not disappoint, although the BSO plays in a cheesy seventies version of my high school auditorium. Kind of tacky.

The show kicked ass, we had a great time. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda.

I also need to add that sometimes I forget how great my friends truly are. Derek you are the best! Thank you.

Friday, November 11, 2005

FDR, Flickr, Friday


The FDR memorial is so different from the rest of the memorials in DC. Instead of a big hunk of building, which can be very pretty, they opted for something that is a little more representative of who he was as President. From start to finish it is a lengthy passage that flows into sections which represent his four terms in office.


In each section there are sculptures, quotations, and a form of flowing water to represent the era. These photos are from the first term during the great depression.

People always stand near these men, like they are in line with them, so they can get their photos taken. I always want to ask them if they realize how stupid they look laughing and smiling next to men who are hungry and poor. I am all for getting your photo taken in different places, but not when it is disrespectful. Don't get me started on what I saw at Auschwitz...I am getting angry just thinking about it.


I had they day off today, so I took lots of new photos, including these. After a few months of hiding it, I am ready to share my flickr site with you. I have been tweaking it for some time, but changes are still being made. I have sooo many more photos to add. What you will see here are my public photos, I also have private ones for friends and family. I am not hiding anything, just photos of my peeps that they probably don't want sprawled all over the internet. So if you are one of my peeps and you want in, just let me know. You can get there by clicking on the link, or the photos themselves.



The Photo Friday challenge this week is Worn.

This is a statue of an Austrian salt miner outside the entrance to the Hallstatt salt mines.

He is a little worn.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

Can’t shake the devil’s hand and say you’re only kidding

I love voting. Seriously, I love my part in the democratic process. I know there are hundreds, OK thousands, of things that I would fix about my country right now. But, the best part is that I have the right to say what I want to fix, and pick the person I want to fix them. As a society we have become very apathetic about voting. As the last two Presidential elections have shown there are serious holes in our voting system, I am not going to argue about that here. There are, we need to attain perfection, or at least have perfection as our goal. I just think we forget how important voting really is. And not just in Presidential elections either, our votes in local politics are equally, if not more important.

There were so many people who came before me that fought for my right to vote. I think of my place in the world, a woman living in an urban area on the east coast of the United States, and realize how fucking lucky I am. I was not born into the servitude of men in a country where women have just as many rights as the furniture. In this place, in this time, I am an historical anomaly. I can go where I want, I can study what I want, I can have a job, I can choose the man I want to be with, I can live with him not as a social outcast, I can own a car, the list could go on, but you get the point. I have more freedoms than women have ever had in this world. And I am thankful for that. I reap the benefits of those who came before me. And I love it.

I love voting.

Sunday, November 06, 2005

No you da' ho

This past Friday night Cat, Cecily, and I ended up at the Idaho State Society party at the American Legion on Capitol Hill. Um...yeah, you read that right. Very random, I know. However, it was actually a fun time. When is an open bar of Bud Light cans not a good time? Obviously never.

We entered fearing that we would be the only non-Idahoans in attendance. There was a fun country band playing and Cec decided that she wanted to dance with a guy in a cowboy hat. She probably wishes that she never verbalized that to us because it became our mission to find her a cowboy-hat-wearing-country-dancing-good-ole-boy. After selecting the most attractive guy in the room wearing a hat, Cec and Cat danced with him. And boy could that man move. He was doing more turning and spinning than a man in jeans as skin-tight as his has any right to do. We were extremely impressed. Turns out he was the President of the Idaho State Society. The chances of that happening were ridiculously slim. But the chance of the President of the Idaho State Society being from Oregon were even slimmer, and he was.

At this point we had talked to a few other people that were there and none of them were from Idaho. When I found out that El Presidente was an imposter I began to wonder if anyone there was from Idaho. And after I've had a few cans of the good stuff, and I'm wondering something, I tend to not stop until I get my answer. It became my personal mission to find someone from Idaho. By the time we left I had talked to a good eighty percent of the people at the party. I learned the home state of all of those people, and only sixteen and half of them were from Idaho. The half being a guy who told me he was from Idaho, but after a little interrogation I learned that he moved to Idaho from Florida. Poser.

I began calling everyone by their State name, and was introducing people to each other based on their geographic location. The highlight of the night being when I introduced North Dakota to South Dakota. I mean, how often do you get to do that? There were way more people from Montana there than Idaho. There is also apparently a whole world of State Society parties that I never knew about. Everyone said that Wyoming has the best one, over a thousand people and a mechanical bull. I am so there.

Saturday, November 05, 2005



The challenge for Photo Friday this week is warmth.

This is my sister and brother-in-law at there wedding reception in June 2004.


Thursday, November 03, 2005

Can't say baby where I'll be in a year

The day that I started my new job is the exact same day that I came back from my jaunt around the continent last year. I only know this for sure because I was filing out all the paperwork to show the US government that I am not an Englishman in New York, and had to bust out the old passport. I don't believe in coincidences, so this must mean something. Well, besides that I am crazy anyway.

So far so good at the grind. The highlights so far in no particular order-I am not in an office building, it is a converted old town house, which is important to me. I loath office buildings and everything that they represent. I have two giant windows that face the south so I get mucho sun light. I also have a fireplace in my office which may or may not be functional, but is very aesthetically pleasing. I love the neighborhood- not one, but two independent book stores within a three block radius!! I could stop right there. I also ate at a little restaurant today that reminds me of Charlie's, and I love me some Charlie's. Not to mention the various drinking establishments that are conveniently located between work and the Metro. That will come in handy.

I am finding it difficult to adjust to my knew schedule change, and the best way to describe it is that I feel jet lagged. At least I have not been farting in any churches.

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Not the Pope's table

B'Day party

I developed over 200 photos in the last week, so I have been going a little photo crazy. This photo was taken on my birthday. We planned to meet to toast me getting old, but to my surprise and everyone else's, it turned into an engagement party. How obvious is it that I just got that ring on my finger? I strategically placed it so it made an apearance in every photo that night. I was happy, get over it.

You guys are all so cute, but you eat like pigs.

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

More than words

I am not feeling particularly verbose this evening, so I will give you a glipse into my weekend visually.

Me and my girls

I was sitting on my sister's couch reading my favorite book to one niece, while I held my other niece in my arms. Life doesn't get much better than this.


I know it is fuzzy, but this picture rocks. I miss being near the ocean.

So, as a wise young girl once said: D'air you go.

Tuesday is the new Friday


The Photo Friday category for this past week was delicate. I missed the mark by a few days, but since when have I been punctual?

I don't think it gets more delicate than one week old fingers.